Coping Poems

i hope you never stop singing

a songbird beloved who moves with intention
   will find themselves in times of trouble 
   mother mary on their bustier—
   a sight for those with the privilege to see.

stands on a paddleboard oaring towards me.

embodies a world full of pain in their bones 
   and their muscles

THINKING THAT YOU THOUGHT

As if seeping through the paper.  Words;
                     Just seem to disappear.
        Yet absent are the memories,
          From only

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality Poetry
Contest //Sponsored by: Natasha L. Scragg
( 2nd Place )

Written: August 5, 2025


When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.

In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would

IF I WOULD HAVE KNOWN

When you're so low you have to reach up just to touch bottom.

Then when you've reached the bottom you still have to climb higher to reach the top.

This is what having depression feels like.
You see no end, unless you end.

There is no strength left within you to climb any higher, so you stay at the

Coping Mechanism

J-abs
U-nleashed
L-et
I-ntense
E-motion

A-bate,
N-eeding
N-o

S-elf
I-nflicted 
S-cars
O-f
N-ook

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Julie Ann N. Sison)

Transferred Energy

Swimmers don't sink
until they lose ATP -
transferred energy,
warming the waters
that will soon encase them.
You are no different -
sucking in the energy 
I continuously emit.
Someday, I admit,  
you will be the warm 
waters I drown in

Coping Naturally

Yellow bottle caps
The pills to challenge my fear
May need pills to help me sleep
Don't like medicine
Its toxins with side effects
Thats why I take supplements

HEALING COPING

ONGOING HOME INVASIONS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TALISA SHAW KIWANI BUGGS ALICIA HILTON DANITA DELMONT AGENT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND PETER GARGANO CIRO GARGANO THE PLAYERS THE DEALERS THE BANK TELLERS THE INSURANCE CO BUYING OUT A BRAIN INJURY STRUCTURED SETTLEMENT TO ISSUE ANNUITY PAYMENTS TO PAY OF THE STRIPPERS FROM LIL PETE'S FRAUD ON

My Coping Skills

When life is cruel or unkind
I write a poem, a song, a story or such
If this does not rejuvenate me, I take a nap
Dream in my favorite pinks, oranges and yellows

My dreams are fantastical, frolicking and fun
Alliteration peppers my thoughts upon awakening
I think I will write them down, but in moments they are gone
So, I

Reflection Leaves Me Darkly

Lost in reflection
I dream 
of drowning in different dimensions.
I can stare at the dark shadows
but never take my eyes from the page.
Is this how I should be
With so much beauty around?
I drift without direction
no impulsion and yet
in reflection I can be lost
and see the reflection of dark shadows 
while I drown in different dimensions.

COPING 988

Coping Healing surviving 
God bless the Crisis teams  
988 for disabled Veterans and 
thier disabled families feeling 
hopeless right now trying  not 
to read terrorist threats from Gargano 
on license plates balancing 
such hatred upon me by the 
Gargano crime family stemming 
from arson murder of 8 resulting 
victim nine  arson murders

Lost my frequency

I lost the frequency long ago
At first it hadn’t seemed important
I could barely tell the difference
But once it was gone I couldn’t get it back

There was a time where that didn’t matter
Then it did
And it was too late

They tried turning the nob
Hoping the new frequency would work
But it never did

The nob would twist
Left and right
Back

Coping with the loss of Preadolescence

I wish I had something better to write
I wish I’d mold the perfect gold for you to hold
And hug so tight

Wish I could go back to the days when we were both young
Hold the hands of my parents and the house that I was from

Prick a wall and take some bricks
Stick it all into my

Got To Be A Better Way

Everyone’s complaining
‘Bout how it’s always raining
And we’re all getting soaked to the skin
Everybody’s whining
How there’s no silver lining
Optimism’s growing kind of thin
Everyone is moaning
You hear the constant groaning
Darn it! Can’t you see how it’s unfair?
We’ve all caught the fever
Become a true believer
Then exhale it out into the air…

Got to be a better way…

Everyone is shaking
With

BEAUTIFUL DESTINATIONS

A hope that I’m now clinging to…
when it comes to individuals, state or nations….
is that:
Sometimes the most difficult roads
can lead to the most beautiful destinations

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